Am I an impostor?

Some strange entity that took this body to actually have a life.

Am I even what all the people that stood by my side said I am?

Were they telling the truth? Am I intelligent, beautiful, capable and fearless?

It is hard to believe. It is hard because of the gaze... The gaze of the people that say that I'm not intelligent or beautiful or capable

Much less fearless. That gaze makes me weak, vulnerable, without hope.

Maybe I am an impostor. Maybe the soul that should be in this body is somewhere lamenting the damage I have caused.

I'm sorry, I really wish I wasn't an impostor, but that's all I really feel I actually am.